Harrison Hill Middle School - Beacon Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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Page zo THE BEACON some III Place: On the road to North Riverbore. Time: Saturday morning. Characters: Emma Jane and Rebecca. Emma Jane: Whoa!Whoa! Here we are at the store. lThey go in, stay awhile, come out, and a man brings three soap boxes and puts them in the wagon.j CThey ride along and a gorgeous leaf blows into the wagon.D Rebecca: Does color make you sort of dizzy? CLong Pause.D Emma Jane: No, no it doesn't, not a mite. Rebecca: I'd like to eat color, drink it, and sleep in it. If you could be a tree, which one would you choose? Emma Jane: I'd rather be an apple tree in blos- som, the one that blooms pink by our pig pen. Rebecca: fllaughingj I'd choose to be that scarlet maple just on the edge of the pond there. CPointing with the whip.j Then I could see so much more then your pink apple tree by the pig pen. I could look at all the rest of the woods, see my scarlet dress in my beautiful looking-glass, and watch all the yel low and brown growing up-side-down in the water. When I'm old enough to earn money, I'm going to have a dress like this leaf, all ruby color--thin you know, with a sweeping train and sash like the trunk of the tree, and where could I be green? Do they have green petticoats, I wonder? I'd like a green petticoat coming out now and then underneath to show what my leaves were like before I was a scarlet ma- p e. Emma Jane: I think it would be awful homely: I'm going to have a white satin with a pink sash, pink stockings, bronze slippers, and a spangled fan. It's your turn, Rebecca, and I'm glad, too. I haven't got over trembling from the last place yet. A lady put her head out of an upstairs window and called UGO a- way little girl, what ev er you have in your boxme don't want any.W I don't know who lives here and all the blinds are shut in front. If there's nobody at home you musn' t count it,but take the next house as yours. SCENE IV Place: On Mr. Aladdin's porch. Time: On Saturday about four o'clock. ChaTaOtGIS: Emma Jane, Rebecca, and Mr. Alladin. Rebecca: .Is the lady of the house at home? Mr. Aladdin: I am the lady of the house at pres- ent. What can I do for You? June 1, 1937 ' ' ' 7-ii jx fmfaiii ff'H -- Qfiimii U. J .1 Q fmwg ' real it ' 1' .3 .-: 1 ZLL.. I ' fili- glsiqxoiiijfih ,, , ,X , , jlj t ff? ,..1: 2 A kit? 'Q EQfi'F Fpif ,'yXt3f , ' 'A , li 1, Q ' I 'Q F 1, wg ,V,,,,,fYV . EER if Q Q by jf .g ,H : , ' S 'ir -gl 6? 4

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O 5 dune i, 1957 Tar BEACON Page is I - 3 -N 9 0 gi, gl 1 U 'X O Q Ho um -3 2 g ,za 0 Z Q ne, Of I .9,'...,i.LJ1',,,,,,, 'J Lv, - 1 lil W W 2753213 fl I nf? if . J Q, time lj? . stands two and one half feet high, when set up on a I proper table. Three dollars extra. , SCENE II fgjiy Place: In Emma Jane's attic. E Avggggm Time: Friday afternoon. Wmiygjggwh Characters: Rebecca and Emma Jane qw , QQEEQ 1 me Emma Jane: Can I sell you a little soap this aft i R, 57 ernoon? It is called the Rose Red and Snow White, six cakes in an ornamental box, only twenty cents for the white, twenty-five for the red. It is made from the purest ingredients, and if desired, could he eaten by an invalid with relish and profit. Oh Rebecca, don't 1et's say that. It makes me feel like a fool. Rebecca: It takes so little to make you feel like a fool, Emma Jane, that sometimes I think you must be a fool. I don't get to feeling like a fool so ter ribly easy. Now leave out the eating part, if you don't like it, and go on. g Emma Jane: The Snow White is probably the most remarkable laundry soap ever manufactured. Immerse the garments, Lightly rubbing the more s tions with soap, leave them submerged in sunset to sunrise and then the 'uouhgest wash them without the slightest effort. Rebecca: Of course it's just the same a baby has got to be called a babe or an infant in a curcular the same as it is in poetry. Would you rather say infant? Emma Jane: No, infant is worse even than babe. Rebecca, do you think we'd better do as the circular says, and let Elijah or Elisha try the soap before we begin selling it? Rebecca: I can' t imagine a babe doing a family wash with any soap,but it must be true or they would never print it, so don't let's bother. Oh! Won't it be fun, Emma Jane? At some of the houses where they can't possibly know me, I shan't be frightened and I shall reel off the whole rigamarole, invalid, babe, and all. Perhaps I shall say even the last sentence if I can remember it. We sound every chord rn the mac-ro-cosm of satisfaction. oiled por- water from baby can thing, but Af . ,, . f iv X CJ fx Txl 'W fEg,Jkm 'H ,..: ,. ,.,, .I . In 'Q-5jv'mfu Xi r' I W 'QR - ,,,...-.....-.-...,- 3. r.. . I! f -5 N . 6 9 Xl 'X W vff ' 73 X XX ffl 3 rr-'giif 5 'i': Ziw f,. '. .,.,,,. .li -f-. ' h 2'ii5:L?'T!! I -:1. ..... 1 fi -, ,ri At'--.- if , mgj Ya EMVWA JANE , BERDUvE LQSHNEA

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June 1, 1957 A 4 1, 9 0 I x '-L' I -:,1',,. -2 jw.T.', Sit! Qgitfgwaix Hit? y,f?5s?fvfgfi l ffieff i t?fai'f'ig?1 ' ' I tray fffgfihfz QEIQAEHWQ7 Egiilfws, ef ' aeawV m+Zeb MR. A Lf5EDDfN ' Join-. Loilfe tix t, THE BEACON Page 31 Rebecca: Have you ever heard of the--would you, like--or I mean, do you need any soap? Mr. Aladdin: Do I look as if I did? D Rebecca: I didn't mean that, I have some soap to sell. I mean I would like to introduce you to a very remarkable soap, the best now on the market. It is called the ---- - Mr. Aladdin: Oh! I must know that soap: made out of pure vegetable fats, isn't it? Rebecca: The very purest. Mr. Aladdin: No acid in it? Rebecca: Not a trace. Mr. Aladdin: And yet a child could do the Monday washing with it and use no force. Rebecca: A babe. Mr. Aladdin: Oh, a babe, eh? That child grows younger every year instead of older. Wise child! CThey sit down and start talking.J l'm keeping house today but I don't live here. I'm just on a visit to my aunt who has gone to Portland.I used to live here as a boy and I am very fond of the spot. Rebecca: I don't think anything takes the place of the farm Where one lived when one was a child. Mr. Aladdin: So you remember your childhood as a thing of the past, do you young lady? Rebecca: I can still remember it, though it seems a long time. Mr. Aladdin: I can remember mine well enough, and a particularly unpleasant one it was. Rebecca: So was mine. What was your trouble? Mr. Aladdin: Lack of food and clothes principal- ly. Rebecca: Oh, mine was no shoes, too many babies, and not enough books.But you are all right and happy now aren' t you? Mr. Aladdin: I'm doing pretty well, thank you. Now tell me, how much soap ought I to buy to-day? Rebecca: How much has your aunt on hand now? And how much would she need? Mr. Aladdin: Oh, I don't know about that. Soap keeps, doesn't it? Rebecca: I'm not certain, but I'll look in the circular. It's sure to tell. Mr. Aladdin: What are you going to do with the magnificent profits you get from this business? Rebecca: We are not selling for our own benefit. We are trying to get a premium for some of our friends named Simpson. Mr. Aladdin: How much do the Simpsons lack at this moment? Rebecca: They sell two hundred more this month and next they can have the lamp by Christmas and they can get a shade by summertime, but I'm afraid I can't do much after to-day because my aunt Miranda might like to have me. Mr. Aladdin: I sec. Well that's all right. I'll